Pain and love
do they ever get confused?
Passion and anger
do they ever trigger each other?
feeling as if I was actually helping you,
when you hurt me everyday,
blaming myself when the bruises bloomed,
you said that there was no one else
to take your anger out on,
convincing me
over and over again
that you would actually change
actually stop,
only for you to go back to your normal self
when you forgot to try,
you shouldn't have to try,
it shouldn't be so hard
to actually be gentle with the one you love,
if it's truly love, you would never raise a hand
if it's truly love, you would never raise your voice
so cruelly,
I walked away
finally I left, and didn't come back,
after many years with you,
I actually left,
left my old life behind
to try to start anew,
I thought there couldn't be anything else,
I thought that we had true love,
I thought that all that passion you had
balanced out all that anger,
but I was wrong
you were just too angry, violent for me,
taking it out on me too often
I left,
and it was the hardest thing I ever did in my life,
but it was also the healthiest,
I am actually happy now,
truly, truly happy